The night outside was dark, but it was completely different from the long night that could not be seen at the end yesterday, because it was decorated with bright spots, which seemed particularly warm and warm, even in the ward full of disinfectant smell.

Song Yu lay down for most of the day, his hospital gown was a little wrinkled, his hair was a little messy, and his head looked very pitiful. With his eager expression, he looked like a stray puppy, which made people feel so soft that they could not refuse any of his requests.

Meng Jianwan scratched his eyebrows, his expression a little helpless.

She found that the injury inspired the "fragrant soul" hidden in Song Yu's body, and he must be a weak woman in his heart.

The sound of footsteps occasionally sounded outside the corridor, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. Now no one walked outside, and there was no one else in the ward, so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.

Meng Jianwan was doing psychological construction for himself. After a while, he moved forward with his hands on the bed. Knowing that Song Yu was unable to move, he took the initiative to put his face in front of him, about ten centimeters away from his lips: "Dear."

The rare tone of indulgence made Song Yu's brain deficient in oxygen in just a moment. He was dizzy, his black eyes stared at her lips in a daze, and the small brown scab was on the left side of the corner of his mouth. He raised his chin and kissed it gently, not daring to use too much force, carefully avoiding the scab, rubbed it with his soft lips for a few times before giving up.

When Song Yu retreated, his breathing inevitably became a little messy, his eyes became darker, and his already dark pupils became purer.

It is mainly because Meng Jianwan's "kissing" look so obedient, like a little goldfish pouting, which makes him distracted, no, makes him gallop in his heart!

If he hadn't been injured and could not move around, he would have...

Song Yu closed his eyes and forgot, he couldn't think about it. If he continued to think about it, he would suffer.

"Kiss it again." He suggested, feeling like a young man in his teenage years old. He had to ask the girl for a kiss. After all, it was because he had injuries on his body that he could not move too much, so he couldn't press her in his arms and press her under him to kiss her casually.

“…”

Meng Jianwan didn't want to speak, stared at him without moving. While not wanting to make him more greedy, he was softened by his pitiful eyes.

When she thought that he was like this because of herself, she was so elegant and noble young man who was covered in wounds. She couldn't move even when she lay on the hospital bed. She had to grit her teeth and endure the pain, so she was sweating on her forehead. She had to pretend that it was okay in front of her elders, so she couldn't keep him cold.

If you want to kiss, kiss it, it is not an excessive requirement.

Meng Jianwan held his hands on both sides of the hospital bed and leaned over to accommodate him. Their lips were close to each other, warm and hot, wet and soft, without kissing too deeply, and they were so pure that they could not be more pure.

Song Yu stopped, and was really unable to bear it because of this kind of ear-to-face rubbing. He lowered his eyes, rolled up and down, his throat was the same as when he woke up, and his head was getting heavy. It was probably because he had held it in his arms, and he might faint if he kissed it.

Song Yu calmed down for a long time and did not dare to take another move. As a result, the next second, Meng Jianwan's soft voice sounded in his ears, and he asked him, "Are you still kissing?"

"……grass."

Meng Jianwan was stunned for a moment, with a little dazed expression. After confirming what he said, he shook his head and refused: "That won't work, your body will not allow it."

"..." He didn't mean that.

Song Yu decided to say something and change the thoughts that were coming out of his mind. However, when he raised his eyes, he saw Meng Jianwan's lips that were kissed brightly. His heart trembled, thinking that he might not be able to get better.

When Meng Jianwan saw him looking at his mouth, he raised his hand and touched his lips. Fortunately, he did not rub off the scab that had finally formed.

Song Yu coughed softly and asked, "How did you do your mouth?"

Meng Jianwan: "The tape sticks to her mouth, and it was pulled when she tore it off." It hurt so much at that time, and she was bleeding a lot. Now she doesn't think anything is wrong. She didn't take this little injury seriously before when she was injured in a fight.

"Ah, I almost forgot to ask, what happened to Ding Jianpeng later? Did the police catch someone else?" Song Yu finally successfully diverted his attention.

When he woke up, he thought about everything but forgot about this important thing.

When he mentioned the name of the bad guy, he hated him so much that he wanted to cut the scum into pieces. Even so, he could not calm his anger.

The moment he rushed out of the car, he saw him tearing Meng Jianwan's clothes and was filled with the desire to kill people.

He didn't even dare to imagine the consequences of coming later. He thought about it for a moment and felt like his heart was slowly cut by a blunt knife, suffocating from pain.

Fortunately, he arrived in time.

"He was caught before he escaped to the foot of the mountain." Meng Jianwan's tone was plain and he didn't feel much emotion. "I cooperated with the police to make a record when you were sleeping in the afternoon. He would judge the law as he should. I guess he would not be able to get out of it if he didn't have ten or eight years."

Song Yu: "That's good."

Meng Jianwan licked his lower lip, but did not ask for his opinion. He took off the pillow on his back and helped him lay the hospital bed flat.

"I don't want to sleep very much," said Song Yu.

"You didn't let you sleep now." Meng Jianwan put the pillow down, and did not look at him, and quickly sorted out the quilt. "You still have injuries, it's not good to sit for too long."

The unreality came again. Song Yu let the corners of his mouth rise and smiled at Meng Jianwan.

"Silly?" Meng Jianwan glanced at him, reached out to take out an apple from the fruit plate, took out a fruit knife and peeled it slowly. She was not as patient as Song Yu, and the skin broke as she peeled the apple. She didn't care, letting the skin fall on her body, lowering her head to continue peeling the remaining skin.

Soon, a bare apple appeared before my eyes.

Meng Jianwan grabbed the skin of the apple that fell on his body, raised his foot and hooked it to the trash can and threw it in. He cut the apple into small pieces with a knife. If he couldn't find the fork, he stitched it with the tip of the knife to eat.

Song Yu felt that watching her eat was also a pleasure. She never acted artificially and could make a bold and bold move in her very ordinary movements.

Meng Jianwan took a few bites before he remembered to ask the person on the hospital bed: "Do you eat it?" After asking, he said to himself uncertainly, "The fruit should be able to eat it, right?"

She took the knife and plucked the apple pieces in the bowl, picked up the small pieces, and tweeted them with the tip of the knife to Song Yu's mouth. She also reminded her: "Be careful, don't prick your mouth."

Song Yu opened his mouth and bite the apple piece and chewed it slowly.

Maybe she was still not sure if she could eat too much fruit. She only fed a few pieces and didn't feed them anymore. She ate all the rest and put the bowl on the bedside table. She remembered that she was educating Song Yu: "Tell me, why do you want to fight against a desperate person like Ding Jianpeng? He was a gangster leader who licked blood from the knife and smashed his head with one punch. Can you be his opponent? When he saw the screen of his phone light up, he was excited. You shouldn't chase him and lock his neck. He was furious and was hit by a yellow hair stick."

Song Yu was stunned by the words, closed his eyes and muttered: "I didn't think so much at that time."

"Forget it, it's too late to say this now." Meng Jianwan waved his hand, "But what I didn't expect was that you actually sent him money. I thought you said on the phone that you sent him 80 million to stabilize him."

After finishing the record in the afternoon, the police told her about this.

Ding Jianpeng was arrested, so of course the money was recovered without any effort, but it caused a lot of shock to Meng Jianwan's heart.

"After receiving the call from that person, I arranged for someone to remit money to him. At that time, I was quite scared, afraid that I would not be able to rush over in time. If the money could make him ensure your safety, it would not be a problem. Unexpectedly, that bastard dared to hurt you without keeping his word! My fuck..." Song Yu forgot the wound on his body when he was excited, clenched his fist and smashed the hospital bed beneath him, and immediately took a breath in pain.

Meng Jianwan frowned and told him not to move around, he always moved around. She simply wanted to find a rope to tie him up.

"I think it's getting late, I'm going to bed. Don't talk, just rest." Meng Jianwan took a look at the time. He was not sleepy, but she was very sleepy.

Song Yu said "ah" and asked knowingly: "Aren't you with me?"

Meng Jianwan glanced at the hospital bed and looked at him with a look of "Are you talking nonsense?": "The hospital bed is so small, do you want me to sleep under the bed?"

"..." Song Yu mourned, realizing that the hospital bed was indeed small and he couldn't sleep with two people, but he couldn't sleep now and didn't want to be separated from her. He had to keep watching her to rest.

"I was frightened and had psychological shadows. I would have nightmares at night. You can stay with me. Why don't I give you the bed to sleep, and I'll sleep... sleep on the sofa?"

Meng Jianwan is now sure that he is talking nonsense. Not to mention whether he was frightened and left a psychological shadow, can he sleep on the sofa like this?

Meng Jianwan looked at him, and it seemed that she would not be able to leave without waiting for him to fall asleep first, so she sat down and stared at him, helping him get sleepy like a hawk.

As a result, after a while, Meng Jianwan yawned himself and rubbed his eyes. The corners of his eyes were red and there was a little watery light, which looked very soft and well-behaved.

Song Yu was both distressed and soft-hearted. He slept for most of the day without any sleepiness. Meng Jianwan shouldn't have slept much. She also said that she would cooperate with the police to take the transcript in the afternoon.

"You go to bed, don't be on my side." He changed his mind and urged her to go to bed. Looking at her sleepy little face, he felt more and more distressed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to torture you."

Needless to say, Meng Jianwan knew that he would not be able to make trouble. She stood up and stretched, preparing to go back to the next ward to sleep. When she walked to the door, she remembered something, and suddenly paused, turned around and looked at him and asked, "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Song Yu remained silent, and after a long time, he put it in one word: "I want~"

“…”

If she hadn't asked, would he be embarrassed to take the initiative to say it.

Meng Jianwan was so energetic that he turned back, lifted the quilt, first helped the person up from the bed, found the slippers and placed them beside the bed, so that he could wear them when he got out of bed. He didn't need to wear shoes on the leg of the cast, only one.

Song Yu sat beside the bed and looked at Meng Jianwan's arm as thin as a bamboo pole: "You can't move me, please call the nurse to come in."

"Do you underestimate me?" Meng Jianwan raised one of his arms, let him wrap it around his shoulders, and put his hands through his armpits, trying not to touch his back. As for the other side, Song Yu could hold a crutch, and the two of them cooperated tacitly and slowly moved to the bathroom.

Meng Jianwan turned his back and refused to look at him. He grabbed one of his arms with his hand, afraid that he would not stand firmly and fell down. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, you can solve it."

Song Yu put the crutch aside and pulled off his pants with one hand. He felt something strange, but he couldn't say it for a while.

Meng Jianwan didn't hear the noise for a long time, so he turned his head and glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

Song Yu's ears turned red, and his face felt hotter. He coughed and whispered: "You... turn on the faucet of the washbasin."

Meng Jianwan paused, and then realized what the man was so awkward. He couldn't help but smile, his shoulders shrugged, and he couldn't stop laughing. In the end, he laughed out loud.

"Stop laughing, hurry up, I can't hold it in anymore." Song Yu's ears were getting hot and embarrassed.

Although the couple is close and familiar with each other's bodies, they also need to be face and image. Some things should be paid attention to, and they must be neat and must be clever.

Meng Jianwan laughed enough, pursed his lips, respecting his decision very much, raised his hand to open the faucet, and opened it to the maximum. The water flowed down, and the sound was clear in the quiet night.

After waiting for a while, Song Yu's low voice mixed with the sound of water: "I'm fine."

Meng Jianwan then turned around and helped him. He moved a few steps to the side, washed his hands with the open faucet, and returned to the hospital bed to lie down.

He also wanted to take a shower, but he felt uncomfortable, but he knew that the situation did not allow it, so he didn't ask for so much. Meng Jianwan seemed to guess what he was thinking, so he turned around and went to the bathroom to take a basin of hot water to wipe his body.

These were originally done by nursing staff, but Meng Jianwan knew that he was very picky and stubborn in some aspects, and was a little obsessed with cleanliness. He definitely didn't want people to strip his clothes and touch him, so she still had to do it.

In fact, there are not many places to be scrubbed. If the wound on the back is taken with medicine, you cannot move for the time being. You can only wash your face, wipe your chest, and take care of key areas. If you go down, you can't move even if you put a cast on your right leg...

When Meng Jianwan finished wiping him and raised his head again, she saw that Song Yu's whole face turned red, and she couldn't help laughing: "Don't you usually have the thickest skin? Why are you blushing?" Isn't it just a reaction.

"Who is thick-skinned?" Song Yu was stubborn.

Compared to the two of them, she is still thicker in appearance, and she is never shy and embarrassed, but he blushed in front of her several times.

Meng Jian nodded late and did not argue with the injured, so as not to make him angry at all. She pinched his earlobe that had not faded and said, "Don't be embarrassed, there is no need. I haven't seen it or touched it." This sentence sounds more like a man said, and she doesn't mean it.

Song Yu had nothing to say, and he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

He felt that he was being teased, and he didn't know how to describe it. He would be unhappy, either, but he was definitely not very happy or awkward.

"I'm really sleepy. I won't tell you anymore. I'm going to go back to my room to sleep. If there's anything to do at night, call me. Oh no, my phone is gone, so you can call the nurse."

Meng Jianwan yawned again and stopped making fun of him. He pulled his slippers and walked back to his ward, washed up briefly, fell asleep on the bed and fell asleep.

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Xiao Ba: I'm just sorry. (#^.^#)

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Chapter completed!